Here I am again, writing more. I'm trying to write as much as possible before I go back to school.. so here it goes

Chapter 3: A World of Questions

"Hey, Karena!" Harry called out to her from the Griffindor table. The three friends had started eating their Saturday breakfast, happy that they did not have any classes to go to. Karena had just walked in looking as glum as she had been for the past few days since their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. "Come sit with us," Harry offered. Hermione shot him a look.

"What are you doing?" she whispered angrily. Harry and Ron looked towards her, puzzled. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Hi Karena," Ron said as she reached them and sat down across from Harry.

"Hi," she said cautiously. She looked at Harry. "Is there a reason you had me come sit with you guys? Your friend doesn't seem too happy about my being here." Karena glanced at Hermione.

Harry didn't answer her question. "Aren't you going to eat?" he asked, seeing that she wasn't touching any of the food on the table.

"Not hungry." She paused. "What's that on your hand?"

"What?" Hermione asked defensively.

Karena sighed. "The righting on his right hand." She moved her head so she could see Harry's hand better. "It says.... I must not... tell lies."

Harry started to talk but Hermione cut him off. "For your information, after you left Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry continued the rant you started. Professor Umbridge gave him detention for two reasons. First, because he 'agreed' with your way of thinking. Second, because he was saying what she didn't believe to be true."

"So you're blaming me for Harry getting detention?" Hermione didn't answer, but Karena knew it was yes. She thought for a moment, then changed the subject. "Has the mail come yet?"

"No, not yet." Ron checked his watch. "But it'll be here any minute."

"You expecting something?" Harry asked.

As Karena nodded, the owls started to come, dropping their packages over the students their to. Karena's envelope landed in front of her. She flipped it over to see that the seal was broken.

"Who's it from?" Ron inquired, leaning over to look.

"Me. I sent it to myself." Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at her questioningly. "Look," she showed them the broken seal, "someone's checking the mail."

"But who?" Hermione asked.

Karena scoffed. "Who else but Umbridge?" She stood up and left the table.

"Why did you ask her to sit with us?!" Hermione scolded Harry angrily as soon as Karena was out of ear shot.

"What's your bloody problem with her?! You're acting as if she's the devil or something," Harry spat back at her.

"Let's just say I'm a bit fed up with her. Unlike you two who have just noticed her, I've had her in my dormitory since we came to Hogwarts. She thinks she's so special. She acts as though she's queen or something, not having to do anything – including talking."

"That's not fair Hermione. I might not have known her for the past four years, but I've never seen you talking to her either." Harry said, growing angry. "Karena is a perfectly normal person, and if you don't like her then I think you might have a problem with me as well."

"I didn't say that I had a problem with you, Harry," Hermione said, sounding extremely frustrated.

"For god's sake Hermione! You can't blame Harry. We haven't been around because of our prefect duties so it's completely normal for him to want to talk to somebody when we're not there." Ron told Hermione. Then he added to Harry, "Maybe you should, well, pick someone else. You know," he whispered, "you never know what new hexes she might have learned."

"I think that I can be friends with whoever I choose. If you have a problem with her, I don't care. Sort it out yourself. I won't not talk to people just because you have problems with them!" Harry declared, standing and leaving the Great Hall.

Ron sighed. "What exactly has she done to you specifically?"

"Every year it's the same. She has a... problem, with humming. At night when I'm trying to go to sleep, she's humming. And when I tell her to stop, she does, for a few minutes. After three or four minutes, she's back at it. A couple times I've seen her writing at night in her bed."

"What's so wrong with that?"

"A couple times she's told us off, when we told her to turn off her light. Other times, in the middle of the night, she'd just get up and go to the common room with her notebook, quill, and some ink."

"So what? I don't think that gives you reason to hate her."

Hermione glared at him. "Gee Ron, you might not, but I like to sleep at night."

Ron looked at Hermione, trying to figure out what she wasn't telling him. Finding out nothing, he stood up. "Come on. I have a load of homework to do." Hermione raised her eyebrows. "And it would be, well, a little helpful, if I could maybe see some of your homework..." Hermione sighed, and they went to the Gryfindor common room.

Meanwhile, Harry had already been there to get his pack, and he was now outside under a tree trying to do his homework. He was having trouble concentrating; all he could think about was Karena. He was thinking of how much he actually knew about her. Sure, everyone had found out about her father being Sirius, Harry's own godfather. He thought about whether that made them something. Godbrother and sister. Were there such things? Maybe his father had been her godfather as it was the other way around. He wondered who Karena's mother was. Amy Hart. What did she look like. Who exactly was she. He remembered her humming from on the train to Hogwarts. It seemed so familiar, yet he couldn't place it.

He looked up to see Karena walking toward him. "Sorry about earlier," he apologized as soon as she reached the tree.

"No problem." She smiled. "That wasn't the worst I've seen of Hermione, not nearly. When I told her that she should stop making the little clothes for the house elves because they weren't talking them, she probably would've killed me if she wasn't worried about being expelled from school." Karena sat down next to Harry. "You look as though you are ready to do some homework, yet there is not a mark on that piece of parchment."

"I've been wondering, since your dad is my godfather, was my dad yours?"

"I think so. I'd have to ask to be completely certain, but I think so, seeing as they were the best of friends."

"So, that would make us....?"

"Two fifteen year olds under a tree at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Karena stated with comical grandeur and the two of them laughed together.

Harry continued after they had finished, "How about your mom? What is she like?"

"My mum..." She sighed. "My mum can be a bit weird at times." Karena laughed. "She used to have blonde hair when she was a kid. When she came here in her second year, she wanted to have her hair colored black. So, she asked one of the older students for a spell or something she could put in her hair to change the color. The student had messed up, and accidentally colored her hair a silver-blue color. She wasn't able to get rid of it then, but now she kind of likes it."

"Does she work in the Ministry of Magic?" Karena nodded. "Then I'm pretty sure I saw her there on the day of my hearing. Yeah, I did. She winked at me." Karena's smile faded. "So, how was you're summer?"

"Not particularly good. Anyway," she stood up, "you should be doing you're homework. I'm sure you have a lot to catch up on."

"Yeah. But just one more thing."

"Yes?"

"On the train, you were humming a song or tune, whatever. It's just that I know that I've heard before, I just can't remember where. You couldn't help, could you?"

Karena looked suspiciously at Harry, then said, "I wouldn't know, unless..... no, I wouldn't know where you heard it before. Sorry."

"Okay, thanks anyway," Harry thanked her, disappointed. "See ya around then." Karena gave a small wave and stared to walk off.

She stopped suddenly, turning to face Harry. "Could I borrow your owl? I need to send a letter, and I don't really want Umbridge reading it."

"Sure, go ahead. Her name is Hedwig by the way."

"Thanks. I'm sure she'd be back soon." Karena turned and walked off.

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